Flying Papers (Live)
A bee just died in Whitey's cup of milk
I tried to save it with a piece of paper I had found
But it was too late so I wrote the things I want in life
And what I don't want
I had reasons to be sad and scared
A little girl with heavy thoughts inside her head
Oh I hated when the sun went down
I counted hours till the dawn
The smell of incense made it hard to breathe
And oh I had to take it all
Collected bricks to build a wall
The pine trees and the breeze of friday night
The smell of home from Lea's soup
The chanting voices from the house of prayer
I also had to pray
A witch came to my window at night
And her wooden branch was moving side to side in slow motion
I barely could move so I crawled into my mother's bed
And tried to hide inside the bed sheets in her arms
But couldn't let go of the different bottles I had seen under the sink
Oh how my mother tried
A soft and fragile heart
I love her so
She gave it all so I can be and I can smile
And oh I had to take it all
Collected bricks to build a wall
The pine trees and the breeze of friday night
The smell of home from Lea's soup
The chanting voices from the house of prayer
I also had to pray
And oh I had to take it all
Collected bricks to build a wall
The pine trees and the breeze of friday night
The smell of home from Lea's soup
The chanting voices from the house of prayer
I also had to pray
I also had to pray
Sometimes we gotta pray
I tried to save it with a piece of paper I had found
But it was too late so I wrote the things I want in life
And what I don't want
I had reasons to be sad and scared
A little girl with heavy thoughts inside her head
Oh I hated when the sun went down
I counted hours till the dawn
The smell of incense made it hard to breathe
And oh I had to take it all
Collected bricks to build a wall
The pine trees and the breeze of friday night
The smell of home from Lea's soup
The chanting voices from the house of prayer
I also had to pray
A witch came to my window at night
And her wooden branch was moving side to side in slow motion
I barely could move so I crawled into my mother's bed
And tried to hide inside the bed sheets in her arms
But couldn't let go of the different bottles I had seen under the sink
Oh how my mother tried
A soft and fragile heart
I love her so
She gave it all so I can be and I can smile
And oh I had to take it all
Collected bricks to build a wall
The pine trees and the breeze of friday night
The smell of home from Lea's soup
The chanting voices from the house of prayer
I also had to pray
And oh I had to take it all
Collected bricks to build a wall
The pine trees and the breeze of friday night
The smell of home from Lea's soup
The chanting voices from the house of prayer
I also had to pray
I also had to pray
Sometimes we gotta pray
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